Maybe she inherited it from <b>a </b>previous generation, like her grandmother or great–grandmother?
This situation is not nonexistent either.
Thinking of this, Charlotte no longer cared.
After Charlotte had dropped off Charlie at home, it was already 9:30 in the evening when she returned to Heavenwood Apartments. As <b>soon </b>as she walked in, she was started by the figure sitting on the couch in the living room.
Jaxson was seen sating leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, leaning back, one arm draped over the back of the chair, holding a ss of whiskey in
<b>his </b>hand
He lowered his <b>gaze </b>and nced at his wristwatch, “I have beening back muchter <b>than </b>before recently.”
Mr. Hamilton probably didn’t care about these, did he?”
Charlour walked
past him.
a moment,
She turned back in confusion
The man ced the wine ss on the table without showing any expression, “What time tomorrow night.”
She was stunned for a moment, almost failing to grasp the meaning of his words,
you agree to attend?”
Jaxson didn’t answer.
Charlotte took a deep breath, “Seven o’clock.”
After speaking, he returned to the bedroom.
Jaxson slept in the guest room tonight, Charlotte also had a good night’s sleep, and the next morning Anna came over to make breakfast. Rarely, they also saw the scene of this couple sitting down together to finish breakfast.
Charlotte was feeling a bit ufortable, she had forgotten how long it had been since she had patiently <b>eaten </b>breakfast with Jason like this.
There were no verbal attacks, nor were there any hidden sarcasm.
Rare peaceful coexistence
Fasson picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, <b>You </b>go ahead tonight, no need to <b>wait </b>for me
He put down the scarf, stood up, took his coat and left.
Charlotte watched his back be walked away, lost in thought.
Maybe she inherited it from a previous generation, like her grandmother or great<b>–</b>grandmother?
This situation is not nonexistent either
Thinking of this, Charlotte no longer cared.
After Charlotte had dropped off Charlie at home<b>, </b>it was already 930 in the evening when she returned to Heavenwood Apartments. As soon as she walked in, she was startled by the figure sitting on the couch in the living room.
Jaxson was <b>seen </b>sitting leisurely on the sofa with his legs crossed, leaning back, one arm draped over the back of the chair, holding a ss of whiskey in
his hand
He lowered his <b>gaze </b>and nced at his wristwatch<b>, </b>I have beening back muchter than before recently.”
“Mr. Hamilton probably didn’t care about these, did he?”
Charlotte walked past him.
Wait a mor
-a moment.”
She turned back in confusion.
The man ced the wine ss on the table without showing any expression, “What time tomorrow night.”
She was stunned for a moment, almost falling to grasp the meaning of his words.
Did you agree to attend?”
Jason didn’t answer.
Charlotte took a deep breath, Seven o’clock.”
After
speaking, he reurned so the bedroom.
Jaxson slept in the guest room tonight, Charlotte also had a good night’s sleep, and the next morning Anna came over to make breakfast. Rarely, they also saw the scent of this couple sitting <b>down </b>together to finish breakfast.
Charlotte was feeling a bit ufortable, she had forgotten how long it had been since she had patiently eaten breakfast with Jaxson like this.
There were no verbal attacks, nor were there any hidden sarcasm
Hare peaceful coexistence.
Toon picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, “You go ahead tonight, no need to <b>wait </b>for me.”
He put down the scarf, stood up, took his coat and left.
Charlotte watched his back <b>as </b>he walked away, lost in thought